There stood the lab, tall and full of models of inventions,
The with picturesque illustrations, round Moon, uprisen late,
Made the long shadow on the cylindrical drums
A ghostly physical balance, 'twixt heaven and working room.
But May, with interesting and inquisitive nights, eagerly pass;
And blustering winds will thoughtful the small weights.
And I've no magic to express
The light and heavy of that experimenting table,
So simply these small tools you'll never investigate
The little balls and play I could swing.